everything you bake for us. I’ve been so focused on being ‘right’ that I forgot what really matters.”I reached out and squeezed her hand. “Thank you, Emily. That means more to me than you know.” As we joined the birthday party in the dining room, I watched Vicki’s face light up as we sang “Happy Birthday.” The joy in her eyes as she blew out her candles was all that mattered. In that moment, I realized that sometimes, the sweetest things in life aren’t made of sugar at all.As I finish recounting my experience to all you dearies out there, here’s a piece of wisdom: A grandma doesn’t just cook food by adding edible ingredients, she pours her love and care into every dish. So don’t throw that away so easily, because you might end up breaking more than just her heart. Remember, the most precious family recipes are the ones seasoned with love and stirred with understanding. May your homes always be filled with the warmth of freshly baked memories and the sweetness of family bonds.